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Freedom Flights: Episode 43. Disarming Attachments. Part 1.

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Episode 43 of Freedom Flights is set in March 2025 and will be released in three parts, making it easier to absorb. As always, some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in Episode 44.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just crucial RL incidents in a specific month, so I hope to reach the present quickly, as well as the character development. I don’t want to be stuck writing about earlier months when the last shot is fired.

Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, thus addressing the essential rebuilding. I intend to finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air, but that will be posted elsewhere.

We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite unexpected interruptions. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 43. Disarming Attachments. Part 1.

2025

Friday, March 7th – Northeast above Kyiv Oblast, Ukraine.

The first clear photo of a Ukrainian Mirage 2000-5F. (Image credit: Ukrainian Air Force)

It was approaching dawn when the three Night Witches confronted the swarm of Russian drones beginning its descent towards a remote village.

“Soleil to flight. Detecting no ground defence. Jam our targets. Ensure they miss houses.”

Many drones crashed into surrounding fields, but seven continued their destructive trajectory. The three Mirage 2000-5F pilots dropped below them, using their cannons to destroy every threat. Fragments spiralled down as the jets pulled away.

“Soleil to Cardinal and Amante. Great work. Our first kills for Ukraine. Continue our patrol. Over.”

“Cardinal to flight. Will we be credited?”

“Amante to Cardinal. I suspect, not until we’re officially recognised.”

“Soleil to flight. Amante may be right. We’ll discover when we return to base.”

*

Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Commandant Raphaëlle Balode was waiting on the Dęblin runway for the return of the first combat flight of Night Witch Mirage 2000-5Fs.

The trio landed, and the jets were directed to the squadron’s hangar. The maintainers took over as Capitaine Éliane Nowicki, Capitaine Marielle Simonova, and Captain Lyana Rudenko greeted Raphaëlle.

“Great to see you return,” said Raphaëlle. “Let’s debrief you inside.”

Before they left the hangar, Adjudant Léana Melnik came over, looking concerned.

“One of you had a lucky escape when your Mirage’s fuselage was pierced by debris. It narrowly missed your fuel tank. Did any of you notice anything?”

“I felt something when we pulled away after downing some drones,” said Marielle. “Nothing that affected my Mirage. Was it mine?”

“Yes,” replied Léana. “Although the damage is repairable, the strike came close to being critical. We’ll check all three jets minutely.”

“That was a risky manoeuvre… for all of us,” said Éliane. “But without knowing if the houses were inhabited, we had little choice.”

“I suspect we’d all do it again,” added Lyana. “That’s on the record, Raphaëlle, whenever our debrief starts.”

*

Upstairs, the trio recounted their drone encounter and outlined their previous uneventful patrols.

“I’m surprised you weren’t dispatched to combat aerial attacks until today,” said Raphaëlle. “Unless the aim was to let other flights deal with the almost nightly attacks.”

“The UAF moved us around nearly every other day,” said Éliane. “Maybe that also confused the Russians trying to guess where the Mirages were.”

“The F-16s saw plenty of action,” noted Marielle. “And yes, that included Andrij.”

“The crucial question is, were we the first?” asked Lyana. “The first Mirages to record a kill?”

“Unfortunately, not officially,” replied Raphaëlle. “Today, a pair of Mirage 2000-5F pilots on their in-plane cameras recorded one of them shooting down a Russian Kh-101 cruise missile somewhere. That’s the one the media are claiming as the first Mirage kill. Sorry, as yet we don’t count… even if we have more flight hours.”

The roar of jet engines outside announced the return of the other Dęblin-based Night Witches from their morning exercises. When the ground crew had directed them to their assigned maintenance spaces, the twelve pilots joined their sisters upstairs. Most of them embraced the trio and then introduced the four newest pilots.

Raphaëlle let the enthusiasm subside before continuing the debrief.

“Did this morning’s exercise proceed as planned? Anaëlle?”

“As designated trainer, it was interesting and invaluable,” replied Anaëlle. “Returning from the training area, everyone was upbeat. Two mixed teams worked, especially with one two-seater per team. We can attempt different matches now the other three Mirages have returned.”

“I’m afraid not exactly,” said Raphaëlle. “We’re being allowed to dispatch a second patrol flight to Ukraine. This time with four jets, and I’d like the leader to be you, Lieutenant Michel. And after this morning’s successful exercise, who are your three wing-sisters?”

Anaëlle smiled and faced the group.

“The choice is tough since this could involve combat, albeit against rockets and drones, and you’re all top-class. So, I’m selecting Lieutenant Tatiana Ojala as my Québécois number two. Plus, two of our indispensable sergeants, Benoîte Yurchenko and Adélie Levchenko.”

The choices proved acceptable, and Raphaëlle added a comment.

“A just selection, but if you’re not chosen, there will be other Mirage sorties before this war ends. The training will continue, although we keep desperately requesting more planes from France. Any questions?”

Silence, until one of the Portuguese twins spoke up.

“My sister and I wondered when we’d be sent into Ukraine?” asked Nilda Silveira, in her carefully pronounced French. “A change to be on opposite sides earlier, not together.”

Anaëlle whispered to Raphaëlle, who nodded understandingly. Then she replied in Portuguese.

F-16s at dawn. Copyrights (c) http://www.PAFwallpapers.com

“As we hoped, you coordinate well with your French and Québécois colleagues in Mirages, both solo and together. However, in your F-16s, you operate most effectively as an assertive duo. We’ve already seen pairs of pilots prove their worth in Ukraine, and that’s how you’ll be unleashed.”

“How soon?” asked Leandra  Silveira.

“UAF are saying tomorrow they’ll send your orders via Chayka Field,” answered Raphaëlle, adding in French. “For F-16s and Mirages, we expect the imminent runway extension there within two weeks.”

As everyone cheered, Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko entered and looked confused.

“Sorry if I’m late, I was checking over our newly provided Gripen JAS 39F two-seater from Sweden.”

“Except it was impressive earlier,” said Anaëlle. “When you let Vérène prove she was as adept as she is at flying her Mirage.”

“I look forward to flying a Gripen E,” said Vérène Kazlova.

“As do my sister and I,” said Killa Echeverría. “Our Kfirs are great for flying tight turns on faster jets, but the Gripen felt agile, fast, and lethal.”

Adriana laughed, replying, “That’s why I’m pushing you so hard.  However, the Swedish trainers will be tougher when they’re here shortly. Hopefully, with more Gripen Es.”

**

Sunday, March 9th – Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Bundeswehr Marder 1 in 2012. Author: synaxonag

Capitaine Dasha Isakova was concerned at the footage showing that Russian forces had captured more settlements in Kursk Oblast. Was Mykhail Moroz alive? Was the 80th Air Assault Brigade still there fighting? She prayed for Mykhail and those he served with, guessing what they faced. Would she ever see Mykhail again?

By her face, his sister, Polina Moroz, was worried too.

“When did you last hear from your brother, Polina?”

“Not since he and Ruslan had to return to Kursk after they foiled the raid here in late January. He must be fighting in Russia again. We can only pray he returns to us… and we all survive.”

“We must,” said her friend and co-pilot, Marusya Dudziarz. “Every life lost is a tragedy, especially if Ukraine is forced to make unrealistic sacrifices for peace.”

“Like abandoning people in the Donbas,” added Dasha.

*

Nearby, Kalyna and Vasy Chayka watched the Kursk footage with Mariyka Shevchuk.

“I pray our front holds against this Russian onslaught,” said Vasy. “Does Ukraine have the resources to prevail? I fear the flow of military aid from the West is slowing.”

“Is even the crucial equipment being sent? We aren’t encouraged to use our Gripens effectively,” added Kalyna. “Perhaps our tactics are wrong.”

“This war is becoming more about drones than conventional arms,” said Mariyka. “Our engineers here are becoming adept at making them.”

They all went quiet, pondering the issue.

“Before time is against us, we need to plan laterally,” said Kalyna. “We need to ask everyone in the squadron for their input. Chayka Air already began devising a strategy.”

**

Saturday, March 15th – Bydgoszcz, Kuyavian-Pomeranian Voivodeship, Poland

What are the top 10 Police dog breeds?: https://www.wvnstv.com/news/local-news/what-are-the-top-10-police-dog-breeds/

She reached below the restaurant table to stroke her German Shorthaired Pointer, Rikke.

“I’ve been amazed at your K9’s behaviour over these six days,” said Adorján. “Is she normally so calm?”

“Unless someone is suspicious or poses a threat.” Once the waiter brought their food, Corynn asked, “ Are any of your colleagues in Hungary K9 handlers?”

“Some are, especially when we’re protecting something. Although, like when you were helping demonstrate a K9’s value in crime scene investigations, we use them.” Adorján paused to eat some pierogi ruskie, then asked, “Did the organisers know in advance you were coming with Rikke?”

“When I booked in December, I said as a K9 handler serving with the Canadian Armed Forces, I wanted to bring my GSP.”

Adorján looked surprised.

“You’re Canadian, not Ukrainian? But you’re assigned to a Ukrainian squadron. Why?”

Corynn shook her head, finishing her pierogi ruskie. Then she answered.

“It’s an all-female squadron from multiple countries who believe Ukraine has a right to exist. We’re fighting for Ukraine’s freedom and for the free world’s.”

Adorján hesitated before replying.

“Isn’t that hopeless. Ukraine is really part of Russia, so Putin is liberating its people. Isn’t that correct?”

She shook her head.

“Historically, Ukraine and Russia have different though similar origins. However, unlike in authoritarian Russia, the people of Ukraine are fighting for their fledgling democracy. Most Ukrainians don’t want to be part of Russia.”

Corynn let him absorb this while they finished their starter. Eventually, Adorján questioned her information.

“But didn’t the people in the eastern region vote in 2022 to be part of Russia?”

“You mean the illegal ‘referendums’ in the occupied territories, when most of the population had either fled from the Russians or were compelled to vote at gunpoint. Why do you think almost every country condemned the elections? There was overwhelming evidence of intimidation and fraud. Not to mention some of the area annexed by Russia was and is still under Ukrainian control.”

Adorján stroked back his blonde hair and grinned. Corynn wasn’t disarmed, but she smiled back, hoping she didn’t need to discuss their political differences more.

“Even our Prime Minister, Viktor Orbán, amazingly didn’t recognise the legitimacy of the referendums or the annexation. I may be in the military, but privately, I don’t agree with his pro-Russian stance or his autocratic doctoring of our democracy.” He paused and drew a long breath. “Please, let’s build from there. You’ve sparked something in me.”

Corynn giggled and grasped his hand.

“In me too. Why waste time on politics when we have better things to explore?” she said, glancing across the Brda River beside the restaurant.

Bydgoszcz: Buildings on the Brda River at dusk, with the 2004 Tightrope sculpture. Author: Pit1233

“Exactly. Let’s finish exploring the menu, then this beautiful corner of the city in the moonlight.”

“And more before my train leaves at midday tomorrow.”

**

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Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

Freedom Flights: Episode 38 – Eagle’s Flight

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Episode 38 of Freedom Flights sees the return to Chayka Field of an unexpected supporter with some new recruits, and who is met by a character who will remain forever. There’s also a hint or two about events in the next episode.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen in 2025.

Until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach the country, despite what some leaders threaten. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

Each day, I worry about the Middle East conflict escalating, not only because it could threaten many of us globally, but also as it would shift the attention and support away from Ukraine, when peace negotiations could be achievable.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 38 – Eagle’s Flight

2024

Wednesday, October 9th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Teniente Adelita Palomo grinned as she finished reading on her cellphone and handed it to her friend, Capitán Conchita Gutiérrez.

“Check out your guy’s feature on Ukrainian medevacs in Vuelo del Águila. As you expected, it’s excellent, and he suggests that readers with expertise volunteer, especially those who speak Ukrainian.”

To ensure best access to patients, the CH-146 cabin is configured to cross-load stretchers. Chris Thatcher Photo

Conchita took the phone and checked out the article by Aaron Garcia.

“As you say, ‘excellent’ and accurate. Not only does he mention the Night Witches, but he also sneaks us in by mentioning ‘the defensive role of Tiger Charlie flown by pilot, Capitán Gutiérrez & her co-pilot, Teniente Palomo’. We need to make a translation from Spanish for everyone else.”

She waved Major Kalyna Chayka over and explained the invaluable coverage to her and their plan to translate it.

“Good idea,” said Kalyna, after she’d scanned the piece. “I only know enough Spanish to now want to read your translation. Let me have it as soon as you can, and we’ll ensure everyone can see it. And not just our medevac team.”

“A couple in the squadron understand Spanish,” said Adelita. “We’ll let them know so they can spread the news.”

Shortly after Kalyna returned to the group she had come from, Mariyka Shevchuk announced the evening’s film from beside the restaurant’s screen.

“Tonight, we are screening two documentaries from the Ukrainian director, Alisa Kovalenko, starting with ‘We Will Not Fade Away’, a study of five Ukrainian teens and their brief escape from war on an expedition to the Himalayas. Filming took three years from 2019, mainly in Donbas, until the Russian invasion changed everything. Alisa went to fight on the front lines for four months before completing this documentary, then turned new footage from the frontlines into the film ‘My Dear Theo’, a video diary for her young son, which is our second screening after a brief interval.”

 Mariyka paused before continuing, “ In 2023, Alisa said the first documentary ‘is not about the expedition, it’s not about the mountains or adventure therapy, it’s actually about the power of dreams and how you can still believe in your dreams when you are living in this kind of depressing place that isn’t very friendly to you and isn’t helping you to realise your goals. But you keep believing, and you put a lot of light in the middle of the darkness”.

The lights dimmed, and ‘We Will Not Fade Away’ started.

Poster Source: Cineuropa – We Will Not Fade Away. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We_Will_Not_Fade_Away

**

Monday, October 21st – Diplomatic Academy of Ukraine, Kyiv, Ukraine

The room in the Academy was packed for the speech by US Defence Secretary Lloyd Austin, who was visiting Ukraine for the fourth time. This visit was crucial amid some Russian battlefield gains and with the imminent US election in two weeks. Everyone was aware that if Donald Trump were elected president, he had already suggested that he would be more reluctant than President Biden to continue to support Ukraine, as he had promised to end the war swiftly, potentially on terms favourable to Moscow. This would deprive Kyiv of its most powerful military and financial backer.

Five of the Night Witches’ supportive journalists were seated together near the rear behind all the university students, professors, and government representatives.

“Can Lloyd Astin reassure Ukrainians that the US will continue its support?” asked Darina Kearney. “Or are his hands tied?”

“I’d guess the impending election will temper what he says,” said her sister, Clodagh,  co-host of the Canadian podcast Kearney Encounter.

“Most likely,” added Jane Wetherby, with her Anglo-Canadian perspective. “However, I believe he’ll make veiled references to ongoing US support.”

“While praising the ongoing bravery and ingenuity of Ukrainians,” concluded Carita Forsström, reporting for Swedish Aero News.

Some late arrivals sneaked in quietly, including a familiar but unexpected colleague. Spanish journalist Aaron Garcia noticed and managed to obtain a seat next to them.

“I’ll explain later why I’m back in Ukraine… after Lloyd Austin has spoken.”

https://ua.usembassy.gov/remarks-in-kyiv-by-secretary-of-defense-lloyd-j-austin-iii-on-ukraines-fight-for-freedom/

Hennadii Nadolenko, the Director of the Academy, introduced the US Defence Secretary, who then began his speech, thanking the Director and others who had made his visit possible. He said he would talk about Ukraine’s just war of self-defence and the road ahead, telling those who doubted the truth behind the struggle to ‘come to Kyiv’.

He continued by saying one must not forget how the war began.

“For years, Putin had harassed and assaulted the independent nation-state of Ukraine. On February 24, 2022, Putin crossed the line into an all-out invasion. And the Kremlin started the largest war in Europe since World War II. Now, Putin’s war of choice poses fundamental questions to every government and every person who seeks a decent and secure world.”

After posing and answering the questions, Lloyd Austin emphasised the importance of America and allies in supporting Ukraine against Russian aggression, with clear results as he explained.

“Now, this invasion hasn’t gone the way that the Kremlin planned. After 970 days of war, Putin has not achieved one single strategic objective. Not one. President Zelenskyy didn’t flee. Kyiv didn’t fall. And Ukraine didn’t fold.”

The five colleagues nodded as he addressed the immense price Russia had paid, especially in terms of lives. But he also emphasised the cruel cost for Ukraine.

“Now, Ukraine has suffered terribly at Putin’s hands. Since February 2022, according to the U.N., Russian forces have killed more than 11,000 Ukrainian civilians in verified civilian casualty incidents. And that includes more than 600 children. The U.N. says that Putin’s forces have bombed more than 250 Ukrainian schools and hospitals. And they’ve wrecked treasured sites of Ukrainian history, culture, and memory. But the Kremlin’s malice has not broken Ukraine’s spirit. Ukraine stands unbowed — and strengthened.”

When he finished describing Ukrainian resistance, and added that, “Ukraine’s defenders have brought inspiration to the world — and glory to Ukraine”, the audience responded enthusiastically.

‘Slava Ukraini!’

Once the shouts of the salute had died down, Lloyd Austin spoke about what America and the coalition of 50 countries in the Ukraine Defence Contact Group were doing to oppose Putin’s aggression.

“For anyone who thinks that American leadership is expensive — well, consider the price of American retreat,” he said after talking about the 58 billion dollars spent since February 2022. “In the face of aggression, the price of principle is always dwarfed by the cost of capitulation. Our allies and partners know that. And I’ve been proud to watch the pro-Ukraine coalition dig deep.”

Knowing how the Night Witches were themselves a coalition of various nationalities, the five colleagues nodded in agreement, especially as Austin outlined the support from various countries.

He emphasised the urgency of the situation, culminating in adding, “I know that the Kremlin’s war is a nightmare from which the Ukrainian people are trying to awake. But we should all understand that Putin’s assault is a warning. It is a sneak preview of a world built by tyrants and thugs — a chaotic, violent world carved into spheres of influence; a world where bullies trample their smaller neighbors; and a world where aggressors force free people to live in fear.”

As Jane Wetherby had predicted, the Defence Secretary explained America’s position.

“And make no mistake. The United States does not seek war with Russia. And even as Putin makes profoundly reckless and dangerous threats about nuclear war, we will continue to behave with the responsibility that the world rightly demands of a nuclear-armed state.

So, the United States will uphold our sworn NATO obligations. The United States will defend every inch of NATO territory. And the United States will get Ukraine what it needs to fight for its survival and security.”

The audience applauded, and when the clapping subsided, he focused on the central defenders, saying, “Ukraine does not belong to Putin. Ukraine belongs to the Ukrainian people. And Moscow will never prevail in Ukraine.”

Building to a fitting climax.

“Ukraine has chosen the course of courage. And so have we. My friends, you walk a hard road. But you do not walk it alone. Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless all who fight to defend freedom.”

Lloyd Austin’s speech was received with a standing ovation and enthusiastic cheering.

*

After obtaining some additional interviews with key participants, the five journalists found a coffee shop near the Academy. Once they had drinks and snacks, they found a table where they could discuss Lloyd Austin’s address.

Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky welcomes US Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin before their meeting in Kyiv on October 21, 2024. Ukrainian Presidential Press Service/Reuters

“A welcome contribution, but it won’t relieve our Ukrainian forces’ needs during a drawn-out conflict on multiple fronts,” replied Clodagh Kearney. “Darina and I will analyse that in our next podcast.”

Her sister nodded and then added, “Kearney Encounter will be expected to express an opinion before the election… probably live from Kyiv. If any of you would like to be guests, our followers would find your viewpoint fascinating.”

At first, nobody volunteered, but they all nodded in agreement. After a silence filled with drinking and munching, Carita Forsström spoke up.

“It would make a change for me. Count on my appearance. It offers me a different challenge from writing online articles for Swedish Aero News.  Normally, I can perfect the pieces before submitting. And recording Austin’s presentation gives me time to assess what he said.”

“You mean like this quote,” said Jane, playing an extract:

‘America’s security demands that we stand up to Putin’s aggression. Ukraine matters to U.S. security for four blunt reasons. Putin’s war threatens European security. Putin’s war challenges our NATO allies. Putin’s war attacks our shared values. And Putin’s war is a frontal assault on the rules-based international order that keeps us all safe.’

“Exactly,” said Carita. “That alone answers all those who question why the West must support Ukraine.”

“Too many politicians spout Russia’s lies,” said Aaron Garcia. “That’s what I was trying to do with my Spanish readers. As a result of my first article, there were invaluable responses. I’m going to Poland tomorrow but will return shortly… possibly to our favourite squadron.”

Everyone grinned, and Jane said, “I will probably see you there then, as I’m going to that base with Carita. When we were told, ‘Ukrainian factories are now pumping out some of the best UAVs in the world, and experienced Ukrainian air defenders are protecting their forces and their families,’ I remembered our innovative and brave Night Witches.” 

**

Saturday, October 26th  – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Sergeant Marusya Dudziarz drove the base’s minibus around to the rear of the main building. Her four passengers climbed out and were greeted by First Lieutenants Andżelika and Estera Sówka, and Chief Paramedic Osinniy.

Aaron Garcia embraced the trio before introducing his three compatriots.

“As emailed to you, Andżelika, these Spanish ladies are the volunteers for the Night Witches.” In turn, he introduced them: “Katiuska Rebeca Meléndez and her K9, Treka, are an experienced search and rescue team. Aitana Salcedo and Jacinta Garcia are qualified paramedics. There were three male volunteers, so I found them a posting with your former battalion, Osinniy.”

“Smart move,” said the Chief Paramedic. “Especially if they’re experienced.”

“The majors said to meet in the canteen,” said Marusya. “There may be others there, not on duty… like those back from dawn patrols.”

*

Lieutenant Polina Moroz was waiting for Marusya when they arrived in the canteen.

“Was driving the bus a relaxing change from co-piloting our Tiger?”

“No way. Lutsk gets busy when the train from Poland gets in. Flying there’s no aerial traffic, unless you count Russian missiles and drones on the night shift.”

Everyone chuckled.

Aaron noted that the Chayka majors had entered and were gesturing at a large table that was free.

“Do you want to join us, Marusya… Polina?”

“No thanks,” said Polina. “We need to eat quickly and then run our pre-flight checks before this evening’s patrol.”

The others joined Kalyna and Vasy at the large table, and Aaron introduced the new volunteers as they sat down.

“You’ve done us proud, Aaron,” said Kalyna. “We shouldn’t be surprised after your inspirational article in Vuelo del Águila.”

Jacinta hugged him enthusiastically, kissing him on the cheeks.

At that moment, Capitán Conchita Gutiérrez appeared in the doorway with her co-pilot Teniente Adelita Palomo. Conchita glowered at Aaron as he kissed the younger woman.

She stormed over and slapped Aaron. Then she turned to Jacinta and screamed.

“Who are you to be molesting my man. You didn’t expect me to turn up so soon…”

“I’m his sister, Jacinta… and a volunteer paramedic. You must be the fearless Conchita. My brother talks about you all the time.”

The pilot looked stunned and unsure how to respond. Aaron saved her by explaining.

“Judged understandably by my past behaviour. Please, trust me next time and believe when I say this is my only sister. Our other siblings are all macho brothers.” He turned to the majors. “Any key developments since I left last month?”

The cousins glanced at each other, and Vasy answered.

“On the day you left, Thursday, September 26th, Nadia Lysenko escaped from Kursk with Dasha Isakova in a captured Russian fighter jet. Another French helicopter pilot with Ukrainian ancestry, Lieutenant Cateline Ivanova, joined us. Otherwise, the training on NATO jets continues at Dęblin in Poland-”

“And the Russians continue to launch missiles, rockets, and drones incessantly almost every night, and often in the day,” added Kalyna. “Of course, they claim they’re targeting military objectives, despite hitting mainly civilian targets. Meanwhile, we need to develop our defensive strategy. Our jets can only leapfrog between bases when they’re not hidden here.”

Jane Wetherby and Carita Forsström came into the canteen, chatting to some ground crew. They left their chat when they saw the Spanish gathering and headed over.

“Now we understand, Aaron, why you came here via Poland,” said Jane. “At least, you seem to be justified in not joining us for the Kearney Encounter.”

He allowed the volunteers to introduce themselves after he’d told them who Jane and Carita worked for.

As the canteen filled with pilots and ground crew, many came over to thank Aaron for the article in Vuelo del Águila, which had been translated into Ukrainian and English. Nadia Lysenko and Aleks Górski were among the last and pulled up chairs to join the group.

“I’m so glad you made it back, Nadia,” said Aaron. “I worried about you and the others in Kursk when the rumours about ruthless North Koreans arriving in Russia began to circulate.”

“I only encountered vicious Russians,” replied Nadia. “However, Ukrainian military intelligence officially proved the rumours as fact on Wednesday. The first North Korean soldiers should be deployed in Kursk Oblast over this weekend.”

“I pray our forces continue to hold ground captured around Sudzha,” said Aleks. “We need the ongoing morale boost in the current climate.”

Everyone agreed in gestures and words. Then the Spanish recruits discussed their duties with the officers while the journalists aired their fears about the November 5th U.S. presidential vote.

“I fear the former Republican president, Donald Trump, being re-elected,” said Jane. “From both a Canadian and a European perspective, he proved dangerous in his first term.”

“It’s proving to be a closer race than expected,” said Aaron. “Even after President Biden withdrew, making Vice President Kamala Harris the Democratic candidate. After hearing their Defence Secretary lay out the Administration’s strategy for Ukraine, her election should be best for Ukraine and Europe.”

Source: www.usatoday.com

“Especially as Trump was antagonistic towards NATO last time, calling it ‘obsolete’. He might be claiming to end this war in 24 hours, but in whose favour?” asked Carita. “Moscow’s? Russia is already interfering in our elections. Will Moldova keep its pro-West president on November 3rd? Will Trump be inaugurated in January?

“He blames NATO countries for expecting the US to defend them,” said Jane. “Although some of those, such as Britain, Canada, Germany, Poland, and France, fought alongside the US in the Global War on Terrorism.”

“That was a global military campaign started by the Republican Bush Administration following the September 11 attacks in 2001,” said Nadia. “I had friends from the French forces in Afghanistan, some of whom lost friends, even partners. Let’s pray this war doesn’t escalate… although the casualties are already too horrific.”

The table went quiet, and the silence spread as everyone knew someone who had given their life for Ukraine’s peace and freedom.

**

MPA target 2,780 Words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

We Will Not Fade Away:

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2025/feb/25/we-will-not-fade-away-review-documentary-of-four-ukrainian-teens?utm_term=67bdbef3e535d79788963038839afaff&utm_campaign=GuardianTodayUS&utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&CMP=GTUS_email

Alisa Kovalenko on We Will Not Fade Away
“Most of Us Went to the Front for the Sake of our Children’s Future”: Alisa Kovalenko on her CPH:DOX-debuting My Dear Théo

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Speech by US Defence Secretary, Lloyd Austin in Kyiv on October 21st, 2024: https://ua.usembassy.gov/remarks-in-kyiv-by-secretary-of-defense-lloyd-j-austin-iii-on-ukraines-fight-for-freedom/

Austin Makes Surprise Visit to Ukraine with a Focus on Air Defence:

Austin Makes Surprise Visit to Ukraine with a Focus on Air Defense

Freedom Flights: Episode 34 – Wings of the Phoenix

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Episode 34 of Freedom Flights concludes the MIA story in Kursk, at least until the ongoing aftermath back in Ukraine and Poland. I’m being deliberately vague not to spoil the episode, but all will become clearer by the last scene.

As I said in my recent IWSG post, recent international events have distracted me, but since then the repercussions have been hard to ignore when writing scenes set in September 2024. I try to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen.

Leaders from around the world gathered in central London for peace talks on Sunday, March 2nd 2025. PA

Until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach the country, despite what some leaders threaten. Plus, that assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes in preparing for the genuine peace that must come soon.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 34 – Wings of the Phoenix

2024

Mirage takeoff from Luxeuil: A Mirage 2000-5F takes off from Luxeuil Air Base, in Saint-Sauveur, eastern France, on March 13, 2022. Photo by SEBASTIEN BOZON/AFP via Getty Images SEBASTIEN BOZON

Tuesday, September 17th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Capitaine Éliane Nowicki and Captain Lyana Rudenko were wary of how Majors Kalyna and Vasy Chayka would react to their news from Dęblin.

“A logical decision,” said Vasy. “It’s understandable Commandant Raphaëlle Balode and colleagues remained there to oversee the training of your five pilots, Lyana.”

“Also, the chief French maintainer, Adjudant Léana Melnik, and her team of four will show their four Québécois counterparts how to maintain Mirages,” added Chief Warrant Officer Janina Patriksson. “We must never forget maintainers are as essential as pilots.”

“Absolutely, Janina. As your ground crew here proves every day,” said Kalyna. “Whether we call them maintainers or mechanics, they spend more time with the jets than us pilots.”

 Éliane and Lyana waited as the Chayka cousins checked something online. Eventually, Vasy explained.

“We see other Ukrainian pilots are training on Mirages in the south of France and will return next year, probably with some of the jets. What happens with your jets and pilots, Éliane?”

“We have all volunteered to fight for Ukraine as we all have Eastern European as well as French ancestry. We’re hoping the jets can fight with us, too.”

“Lyana, where does that leave you and your sisters recruited by Chayka Air,” asked Kalyna. “You’ve trained on Hornets in Canada and are now adapting to another airframe which may be in short supply.”

Lyana whispered with Éliane in  French and then answered.

“If there are no more Mirages, we can fly the Hornets currently at Dęblin. Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko also suggested joining your Gripen training programme, although a third airframe might be a stretch.”

“For men, perhaps,” said Janina. “But in this female squadron, most of the maintainers and pilots are familiar with at least two, if not three, like some of us.”

Kalyna and Vasy grinned at each other and Janina. Then they laughed, and the others joined in.

“Although, we’ve had years,” said Vasy. “Serving in the RCAF for two decades. Guess you two are at the ten-year mark, unlike some of our new recruits from universities like Dęblin and Kharkiv.”

Éliane and Lyana nodded, and the Canadian added.

“Like Éliane, my colleagues and I have served ten years. Chayka Air then offered us more flying experience. For example, Lieutenant Tatiana Ojala and I chose to spend six months training on Mirages. As soon as we learnt the Night Witches were recruiting, we all started improving our Ukrainian, as a few of us were brought up speaking Canadian Ukrainian.”

“Vasy and I were lucky to have grandmothers who left the motherland in 1944,” said Kalyna, “So, they spoke the Standard Ukrainian.

“Didn’t they create Chayka Air?” asked Éliane.

“Yes, with their Canadian Ukrainian husbands,” replied Kalyna. “Fortunately, this squadron receives most of its support from Chayka Air friends… or other personal contacts.”

“That’s how my squadron got involved,” said Éliane. “Aline Bonheur and Nadia Lysenko are mutual friends from our academy days, which I guess you know. These other contacts may save this country if other governments become reluctant to assist Ukraine directly.”

*

Tyndall Air Force Base Project Receives Healthcare Excellence Award: https://jedunn.com/blog/tyndall-air-force-base-project-receives-healthcare-excellence-award/

Wednesday, September 18th – Medical Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Doctor Sacha Proulx was pleased that the new Medical Centre proved invaluable to the squadron. Chayka Air and the Kearney sisters had helped supply and obtain much of the materials and equipment to supplement what the paramedics had already secured.

Chief Paramedic Osinniy and First Lieutenant Estera Sówka had been instrumental in ensuring that nothing was overlooked and that the centre was staffed 24/7.

The athletic doctor found a valuable ally in Osinniy when needing to encourage everyone to maximise their fitness, not just for the pilots coping with the rigours of handling G-forces.

She called her next patients, Albina Koval and Ruslan Medved, into the room.

“Did you want my medical clearance to return to the front line or an estimate of how much longer before I say you’re both fit? Medevac evacuated you from Kursk on Tuesday, August 6th, just over a month ago, so it will be at least a few more weeks.”

“We actually wanted some advice on what we can do now,” said Ruslan. “To save you time, two amputees waiting outside also want to feel useful.”

Sacha decided to let Polina Melynk and Olha Tkachuk in for the group session.

“My first question is, ‘What reason did you all choose to  join the fighting?”

Ruslan glanced at the other three, who all indicated he should answer first.

“I’m from a military family with a tradition of only fighting as the last resort. As my father, Major Illya Medved, says, ‘a strong defence should be the first way to deter an aggressor’. But when our motherland was invaded, I had to fight.”

“I totally agree,” said Albina. “I was a professional wildlife photographer and could have recorded the war in photos. Instead, my experience tracking and waiting for the perfect shot, taken with extreme accuracy, convinced me to train as a sniper. Also. I’d already learnt to shoot a  rifle as well as a camera with my parents.”

Ruslan smiled and kissed her.

“My dream as a kid was to learn to fly,” said Olha. “While I was training to fly civilian planes, Putin’s thugs invaded Crimea. So, I transitioned to the military and eventually fast jets. Losing an arm hasn’t deterred me. I will fly again, hopefully in a Gripen E.” She put her prosthetic arm around Polina Melynk. “Sorry, sister, that was insensitive.”

“No offence taken, Olha,” replied Polina. “I share the dream, although my accident has left me unsure when I’ll be ready to climb into a jet again. That was why I had to see you, Doctor… Sacha. I keep reliving the accident.”

Everyone nodded, recognising what she lived with.

“We’ve all faced the prospect of that nightmare,” said Olha. “I came close and feel for you.”

Again, she put a comforting arm around her sister-pilot’s shoulder.

“I’ve dealt with such cases in the French military,” said Sacha. “I’ll do everything I can to help. Do you need something to focus on… like helping the control tower team?”

**

Khalino Airbase: NASA FIRMS imagery 2024-11-03 of Kursk Khalino air base. NB. The terrain imagery is older and undated. Imagery from LANCE FIRMS operated by NASA’s Earth Science Data and Information System (ESDIS) with funding provided by NASA Headquarters. Source            https://firms.modaps.eosdis.nasa.gov/map/#d:2024-11-03;@36.30,51.75,14.00z

Wednesday, September 25th – 28 Ulitsa Shubina, Kursk, Kurskaya Oblast, Russia

A detailed map of Khalino Air Base was taped to the side of the back wall, hidden from anyone spying through the rear window.

Dasha Isakova stood beside Nadia Lysenko and the local resistance leader, Antonina Lagunova.

“I hope you feel recovered enough, Nadia?” asked Antonina, resting her hand on the pilot’s bandaged right arm.

“You’re both concerned because I’ve only been recuperating here for nine days. But you forget I escaped two weeks before your friends found me. I recovered from the torture, and all signs of PTSD have resolved. I’m ready to fly a Russian jet… with Dasha as my co-pilot.”

“And cope with the G-forces?” asked Antonina. “We don’t have the right training aids.”

“But Nadia and I learnt how to survive torture,” said Dasha. “And how to recover quickly. I’ve been exercising with her, and I’m confident she’s ready to steal a Sukhoi Su-30SM. How about the rest of the team?”

Antonina laughed.

“They are keen to cause planned chaos when given the sign.”

Dasha checked the X-marks surrounding Khalino Air Base.

“When Kyiv’s drones arrive, yours will join the party and create the diversion we need. Just remember our call signs for when we’re airborne.”  

“We’ll use the Russian ones initially, then switch to our French ones to cross into Ukraine,” said Nadia. “Dasha will be Solovey at first, then revert to Rossignol. Mine will be Feniks and Phénix.”

“Now I understand why we asked Kyiv to tell their border forces to ‘Listen for Les ailes de la Phénix’. They must resist firing at planes transmitting your code,” said Antonina. “I’ve also reminded the maintainers helping us to act normally, especially during the drone attacks.”

“As long as they get our jet ready at the right time,” said Dasha.

“In this instance, these maintainers are even more essential than us pilots,” added Nadia. “Without them, we’re not leaving tomorrow evening.”

**

Русский: UAZ Patriot Sport (УАЗ-3164) — короткобазная версия внедорожника UAZ Patriot – Author: Alekc2m

Thursday, September 26th – Khalino Air Base, Kursk Oblast, Russia

A few days earlier, Dasha had been allowed to park her UAZ Patriot beside the maintenance hangar for the Sukhoi Su-30SMs. She had also been given a military uniform for ease of movement around her area of the base. However, she was simply Private Anzhelina Isakova.

Nadia was smuggled inside a crate Dasha had driven in over the last few days, allowing the guards to search a couple of times. They found innocuous car repair equipment and a tarpaulin, ideal for hiding Nadia, essential gear, and explosives.

While Nadia joined the subversive mechanics, Dasha went to check in with Kapitan Gavriil Lagunov.

“Morning, Private Isakova. We have a busy day ahead. I hear ARC Group in Kazakhstan was pleased to fulfil our order, but when will it be here? I presume you expressed the urgency.”

“Yes, although until I refused,  they expected to service the planes. Now, everything should be here before the end of the week. Do you want me to pressure them, Kapitan?”

“Not yet. There are more parts to order from other companies. First, check with the chief maintainers in case they have further requirements.’

“Immediately, Kapitan.” She saluted and left Lagunov’s office.

This was a perfect excuse to scout around prior to the evening’s operation. Some of their dissident maintainers were working in different hangars but still had crucial roles.

*

Nadia was glad her time in Russia had allowed her to brush up her command of the language needed to pass as a mechanic. Fortunately, her technical skills had improved with the Night Witches.

“Unusual to meet a trainee pilot who can hold her own with maintainers,” said one of the rebels, Olesya. “How did you learn?”

Nadia paused before answering in case the wrong people were listening. She played safe with her answer.

“With my squadron, they believed everyone should pitch in when needed. It was a tradition the original Red Army squadron started in the Great Patriotic War. How long before this beauty must be ready to fly?”

“In two hours, by 1800,” said Olesya. “The two pilots will arrive at 1740 to check if there are any potential problems.”

“Right on time,” replied Nadia. “Be prepared.”

A Sukhoi Su-30SM flying from Khalino air base in Kursk. Wikimedia Commons

*

With a timer set in Dasha’s UAZ Patriot to emulate a direct hit from a drone, Nadia and Olesya sneaked the chest of equipment, flying gear and explosives into the hangar while dissident colleagues distracted those unaware of the plot.

When the pilots arrived, all but the dissidents were sent to help with other Su-30SMs. Dasha came out and offered to take their helmets into the office.

“They’ll be safer there while you check your jet. Can I bring you guys a coffee?”

Both nodded, although everyone knew they’d only take a sip, but that would be enough. She returned with two spiked shots of black coffee

At 17.55, Private Anzhelina Isakova handed Kapitan Gavriil Lagunov a note to report to the commandant, so he left, ensuring he had his officer’s hat on. Nadia saw him stride across the base, knowing he would reach his superior’s office when the sirens failed to warn of the incoming Ukrainian attack at 16.00.

Accurately guided drones from beyond the perimeter buried any suspicions of sabotage. Khalino Air Base became a scene of chaos. Bombs were rigged to explode as drones devastated buildings and many Sukhoi Su-30SMs before their pilots could take off.

Two pilots staggered towards the office where their helmets were. But they only made it inside before collapsing. The maintainers who had readied their Sukhoi Su-30SM for takeoff helped Nadia and Dasha into their flight suits and helmets.

Using the drugged pilots’ call signs, they obtained clearance from the tower. Mechanics frantically cleared debris from the runway as the Russian fighter lifted into the air on wings of freedom.

Switching frequencies, Dasha messaged their allies.

“Solovey and Feniks airborne. Complete Khalino Clearance and vanish.”

“Heroiam slava!” The only reply they needed.

*

Nadia noted how well Dasha piloted the stolen Sukhoi Su-30SM.

“I never knew you’d flown one of these before. Impressive.”

“Too risky to let a Rafale pilot show me up.” Dasha winked at her co-pilot. “I’ve been practising… on a simulator as soon as I planned our escape.”

“Risky, especially as the only Russian jet I’ve flown is a Mikoyan MiG-29.”

“Fortunate then that I got to fly the predecessor, a Ukrainian Sukhoi Su-27, in 2018.”

Before Nadia could question this, a Russian voice challenged them.

“Solovey and Feniks, unless you return to Khalino, our planes pursuing you will attack without further warning.”

 Nadia looked at Dasha and shook her head, then pointed downwards. Dasha grinned and put the fighter into a dive, pulling out at treetop level and using terrain-following radar. Nadia switched the radio frequency to the local Ukrainian wavelength.

“This is ‘Les ailes de la Phénix’ under attack by Russian jets. Phénix and Rossignol now flying around Sudzha towards Ukraine. Assist, over.”

Four Vympel air-to-air missiles appeared on the Su-30SM’s radar, so Nadia activated the two SAP-518 jamming pods on the wing tips. The pods created false targets and jammed the four missiles’ active radar guidance.

Although the missiles missed, one enemy Su-30SM was closing within range to attack with its cannon. Dasha executed a Cobra manoeuver by reducing speed and abruptly raising the jet’s nose momentarily to a vertical and then slightly past vertical attitude. This quickly decelerated the aircraft, causing the pursuing fighter to overshoot, so Nadia shot it down with cannon fire.

Meanwhile, the second Russian Su-30SM was targeted by Ukrainian ground defenders and downed, the pilots ejecting, to be captured along with the pilots from the first pursuer.

“Sudzha Ground to Rossignol and Phénix. Superb flying. Thanks for the prisoners. Bon voyage. Slava Ukraini.”

“Rossignol and Phénix to Sudzha Ground. Heroiam slava!”

As they approached the border, Dasha climbed to the Su-30SM’s service ceiling of 17,300 metres. Nadia continued transmitting to all Ukrainian forces.

“Rossignol and Phénix requesting safe clearance for ‘Les ailes de la Phénix’ into Ukrainian airspace.” Nadia suddenly stopped transmitting and hastily put the urgent message on repeat, then her head lolled.

Dasha grasped her hand and felt her pulse, which felt weak. She had to land the plane soon, but beyond the range of Russian reprisals. Nadia hadn’t slept for hours, and the Russians had brutally tortured her in Malaya Loknya Women’s Prison.

**

Insignia of the Ukrainian Shostka Detachment – Author: Ukrainian government.

Front Line, Sumy Oblast, Ukraine

“Welcome to today’s Kearney Encounter with Clodagh and Darina, presently delivering aid in Ukraine. We’re somewhere near Sumy, and our convoy has brought drones, medical supplies, and other essential items to another unit fighting for freedom. This is thanks to donations from fellow Canadians and supporters worldwide.”

As their online audience for their live podcast sent greetings with Ukrainian flags, Darina began reading many of the comments aloud. Their fixed camera was centered on the sisters with two large banners behind them affixed to the wall of their temporary accommodation. On one side was the coat of arms of Ukraine, the golden trident or tryzub on a blue background. Alongside it was a battalion flag including a green heraldic cross surrounded by a laurel crown.

“Today, some of our volunteers have delivered key supplies including an armored Toyota truck to the Shostka Border Detachment of the Eastern Department of the State Border Service of Ukraine,” said Clodagh. “Their units have seen extensive combat since the Russians invaded on February 24th, 2022. One of their officers, callsign ‘Porokh’, has agreed to talk to us. Welcome, Porokh’….  laskavo prosymo Porokh.”

The screen view switched to an older uniformed Ukrainian woman.

“Greetings friends of freedom. Thank you for everything you do for us.”

“The Shostka Border Detachment has been fighting the Russians since 2022. Was that when you joined?” asked Darina.

“Not exactly. My husband and our son joined the Detachment when it was formed in 2018 to strengthen our border with Russia. Both were brutally killed by invading Russian soldiers in May 2022, defending Shostka. I was grief-stricken but had to join within weeks to continue their fight… now for over two years.”

Some of the comments included questions, so Clodagh read one aloud.

“Red Cardinal asks, ‘Porokh, has your unit served just in Shostka district or further along the front?’ We’ll presume since the war started.”

“At first only in our raion… our district. But as the enemy advanced along the whole border, we had to join other battalions fighting to defend all of Sumy oblast. They have destroyed village after village but talk about liberating us. From what? From our lives? Some of us spoke Russian… never again.”

The podcast screen changed to footage of skeletal buildings, devastated settlements, and towns turned to rubble from incessant artillery attacks and aerial bombardment.

“Our next question is from Osinniy. ‘We’ve seen this destruction reported worldwide and learnt of the casualties on both sides. What have you witnessed?’ For those who don’t know Osinniy is a paramedic serving in Ukraine.”

 “I will start by thanking Osinniy for all her invaluable aid, including to my unit when she was a Hospitalier medic. What I witness each day is homes destroyed, innocent people forced to flee, soldiers dying in pain. The Russians even abandon their own wounded. We are left to help them… or our paramedics try to save them. I’ve lost friends as we fight for every corner of our land. The worst is when we find ordinary folk executed by the monsters who order the brutality.”

Porokh had tears as she spoke these words, and the Kearney sisters came and comforted her.

“We can pause or stop if you want,” said Clodagh.

“I will not stop fighting or talking until we have a just peace,” said Porokh. “But then as we rebuild Ukraine, I will remember every costly sacrifice and talk about these.”

“What do you and your fellow soldiers see as a just peace?” asked Darina. “Are you unwilling to make unjustified sacrifices?”

Porokh smiled before replying.

“I like your questions as they recognise we do not waver. Putin’s demands are always for unjustified sacrifices even from his own troops. Just peace means all our territory back. Crimea should be included, although I understand a compromise might be needed there. Maybe Russia can return that later. But we fear Putin breaking another treaty unless there are security guarantees. We need to be able to rebuild our country in safety. We fear Russia rebuilding their army and returning as they always do. Then, who will stand with us?”

“You are right, Putin must not be allowed to rebuild his forces so he can invade again,” replied Darina. “The western allies must guarantee a peace that ends this war forever. Putin, the aggressor, cannot be rewarded for his illegal actions. I’m sure our supporters, like our Canadian volunteers, envisage our countries securing a just peace.”

 As messages of agreement and solidarity scrolled up the podcast screen, the sound of a low-flying jet drowned out more conversation. When the noise died down, a camera panned to a doorway through which a soldier appeared with a video camera.

“I filmed that jet. It was a Russian Sukhoi Su-30SM flying westward but not being attacked by our ground defences.”

As footage of the low-flying jet was shown, Porokh talked to colleagues about the incident and then explained.

“Our forces didn’t fire as the pilots were transmitting in Ukrainian, ‘Rossignol and Phénix requesting safe clearance for ‘Les ailes de la Phénix’ into Ukrainian airspace.’ We were told to listen for a specific phrase last night.”

“In French, ‘Les ailes de la Phénix’ is from two Franco-Ukrainian pilots attached to the squadron we visited on the day we arrived,” said Clodagh.

“The Night Witches,” added Darina. “We’ll arrange an interview with those two pilots who will have a fascinating tale of how they liberated a priceless fighter-bomber from inside Russia. Probably in our next live podcast when we’ll also talk to a local expert on Ukraine’s crucial  grain exports.”

Coat of Arms of Shostka:  Artist: Gzhegozh  https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Coat_of_Arms_of_Shostka.svg

“Now back to your questions to Porokh from the Shostka Border Detachment,” said Clodagh.

**

MPA 3,378 words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

Freedom Flights: Episode 28 – Freedom for Russia

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This is Episode 28 of Freedom Flights. This episode continues with events that began in the last episode.

Since the Kursk incursion now involves two Night Witches and in December is ongoing, this won’t be the last visit to Kursk. However, the first engagements with F-16s will now definitely be in Episode 29,  and the Witches will be able to use other NATO jets in their arsenal.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 28 – Freedom for Russia

2024

BMP-3M Infantry Fighting Vehicle: https://nationalinterest.org/blog/buzz/meet-russias-bmp-3m-infantry-fighting-vehicle-here-s-what-it-can-do-46482

Tuesday, August 6th – Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia

            Kapitan Nadia Lysenko trusted her comrades not to betray their numerical predicament while she distracted the Russian conscripts. Eventually, the fifteen special forces returned with Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko, and they could learn what the citizens of Sudzha wanted.

The Russian commander, Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov, agreed to negotiate over strong black tea with Lukyan and Nadia as the special forces scouted Sudzha again with Black Hornets.

“I can reassure you that nobody should come looking for us,” said Abrasha. “Even if anyone heard the shots. It is important that nobody gets killed, especially no civilians. Some are Ukrainian, some are Russian, and others are both. Nobody wants this city destroyed, please.”

“We will use your BMP-3 to enter the city with you as our means to approach your comrades. However, first, your men will remain here under armed guard, including our helicopter mini-gunner.”

“I believe I can trust her not to massacre them, although we know some dishonourable mercenaries who shoot their own comrades in the back. You have a second request?”

Lukyan nodded and then said, “The second is that eight of my men will be with us in the BMP while others remain close by using drones to watch what happens, and our snipers will ensure everything goes smoothly.”

*

Lieutenant Makarov directed the BMP-3 into Sudzha with guns at his back, so he stuck to Lukyan’s plan. Corporal Ruslan Medved drove with his friend Danylo as the gunner. Other than the nine special forces in the vehicle, there were two drone operators and two snipers shadowing them as they drove towards the undermanned barrack house.

Outside the building, a 2nd Lieutenant greeted Abrasha.  

“We’re glad you’re back after that shooting. What happened? We need you for a serious card game, Abrasha.”

“Just practice shooting. Who’s inside, Dimitri…. enough for a game? Becos’ first, I have good news you all must hear now.”

“I’ll get the guys. There’s only four, as most went with you, except the two patrolling the neighbourhood.”

While Dimitri was fetching his comrades, six special forces slipped out and took up positions out of sight. A Black Hornet settled on a windowsill and another on a parked pickup.

When the four conscripts emerged with Dimitri, he shouted for Abrasha, who reappeared in his commander’s position in the BMP. As he talked, three special forces slipped into the barrack house.

“When we were sent to Sudzha, we befriended its people. And what did they ask us?”

“To protect them,” said Dimitri. “They prayed the war would never come here.”

“And it won’t,” said another conscript. “We’d ensure their safety.”

“How?” asked Abrasha. “By fighting for them? Or by persuading the enemy to protect them?’

The conscripts talked among themselves. Then Dimitri spoke for them.

“We’ve heard what happens to towns trapped in the middle of this war. They get destroyed, and the people lose everything. Do you agree, sir?”

“I do. For you, my men, and for the people we swore to protect. This is why the Ukrainian special forces are allowing you to surrender, and they promise to protect Sudzha and its people.”

“Will they execute us?” asked yet another conscript. “Isn’t it what they do?”

“No. That’s what immoral officers order. These won’t, as we would be POWs protected under the rules of war.”

“Where do we go to surrender?” asked Dimitri.

“Just turn round, and we must walk inside.”

Dimitri led the conscripts inside, and soon, Abrasha was followed by Lukyan and his forces.

*

The six men left to guard the relaxed prisoners could hear messages from the main incursion force, who were meeting minor resistance. While Cecilija kept a watch from her gun position, she was aware that Aline and Nadia were monitoring and then jamming Russian transmissions, having kept notes of key messages.

Eventually, they all heard Lukyan’s message.

“Thankfully, we have negotiated the bloodless surrender of the last six members of Lieutenant Makarov’s garrison. A truck will bring five more prisoners and further instructions. The rest of us are going to discuss terms with the Eastern Sudzha  Garrison in twenty minutes. Sierra Two over.”

The crew had discussed the implications of some messages for Sudzha, so Nadia said, “From Russian messages intercepted, we believe a contingent of ultra-nationalist Russians is heading for southeast Sudzha determined to use the city to stop the invasion. Does this change your plan? Sierra One over.”

“We’ll discuss this development, then call you back. Sierra Two out.”

The crew and Danylo discussed their options until they knew more.

“Five more prisoners takes them up to nineteen,” said Cecilija. “Which means we are ten, counting the driver, so we are outnumbered… but armed. How do Ukrainian special forces usually deal with prisoners, Danylo?”

He hesitated and then said, “Normally, we fight the enemy for longer, and many more are killed. These guys are recruits who were never trained to fight, and that’s unusual. Normally, my sympathy for POWs depends on whether they attempted to oppose the war.”

“Like Larisa Kovalyov, an opponent and now one of our chief mechanics,” said Nadia. “We need reinforcements if Lukyan doesn’t get back soon.”

 “How near is the main force?” asked Aline. “They must be close, given they have armoured units, and they set off after us expecting minimal resistance.”

Nadia checked the radar-generated digital map.  

“Within a kilometre on the main road, so I better meet them.”

She jumped out and legged it as she heard Cecilija call the senior guard over. With reinforcements, the dilemma was resolved.

A Marder 1 in 2012: Author
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A Marder 1A3 came around the bend and slowed when the commander saw her. She realised the machine gun was pointed at her, so raised her arms.

“I’m Kapitan Nadia Lysenko from the Sierra spearhead. Our helicopter is over there.”

The commander noted her Ukrainian flag plus her UAF badge and then told her to clamber onto the Marder. His driver followed her instructions, and they parked beside the truck from Sudzha and just beyond the NH90 Caïman. Six soldiers dismounted, followed by the commander, driver, and gunner.

The commander introduced himself while two Stryker infantry carrier vehicles drove towards the gathering.

“I’m Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade. Mission code: Tango. We wondered why the Russian defences were in a shambles. We’ve even had soldiers fleeing towards us. These can’t be all your troops. Where are they?”  

“Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko commands the Sierra Spearhead. He negotiated the bloodless surrender of these conscripts from the Southern  Sudzha  Garrison.” She glanced at her watch. “Their commander is aiding his imminent negotiations with the Eastern Sudzha  Garrison. We can delay them if we act now.”

“Let me talk to him. I may have crucial news.”

Nadia led Mykhail into the Sierra as the two M1126 Stryker pulled in alongside the Marder.

“Any news from Lukyan?” said Nadia. ”Lieutenant Moroz needs to talk to him urgently.”

“He’s returning since the advance brigade was due to arrive,” said Aline

Within minutes, the BMP parked behind the NH90 Caïman. Lukyan climbed out, followed by Abrasha between Ruslan and Danylo.

Nadia led them inside the Sierra, where Mykhail was talking to Cecilija and Aline.

“I didn’t realise our flying ladies were from the awesome Night Witches”

“He’s Polina’s brother… you know Lukyan, our brilliant Tiger pilot with the goal-scoring leg,” said Nadia. “Anyway, Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko, meet Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade.”

“Mykhail, this is Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov, Commander of the Southern Sudzha Garrison, who all surrendered to us. Nine of my men have occupied their building to monitor troop radio communications in the city.”

“My 2nd Lieutenant, Dimitri, also wants to help avoid citizens dying,” said Abrasha.

“Too late,” said Mykhail. “Drone surveillance has confirmed a contingent of ultra-nationalist Russians is heading here from the southeast determined to make Sudzha the invasion’s graveyard, whatever the cost.”

“You have to stop them, please,” said Abrasha, and then smiled. “I’m stupid, a Russian officer asking Ukrainian officers to attack another Russian force.”   

“How can we trust you?” said Nadia. “You fired on us.”

“Only after you fired first. Our shot was only a warning.”

“As were ours. You did surrender very quickly. Unlike real soldiers,” said Nadia, shaking her head.

“What do you really want, Abrasha? Prison or home?” asked Mykhail.

“If I had a choice.” He paused, closing his eyes. “I dreamt of joining the Freedom for Russia Battalion and fighting against a regime oppressing dissenters. But that meant leaving… before mobilisation kicked in.”

“Does anyone share your view?” asked Lukyan.

“Most, although put to the test, a few might run.”

“Time to test them,” said Mykhail.

*

By Airwolfhound from Hertfordshire, UK – AS90, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=132771170

Not all nineteen Russian conscripts were willing to die for Ukraine and a better Russia; five felt POW status had more advantages. The fourteen who stood with their commander had to be divided among the four vehicles, although Lukyan agreed to shadow five, plus Abrasha. All of them knew a false move could see them taken prisoner again…. Or worse.

The 2nd Self-propelled Artillery Battalion from the 116th Separate Mechanized Brigade had also arrived with three AS-90s, along with a few soldiers already guarding three prisoners and willing to guard another five. Their three armoured self-propelled guns were set up to cover the southeast approaches using spotter drones to target the ultra-nationalist Russians

Mykhail took his Marder and two M1126 Stryker vehicles to block the southeast approaches to ensure any survivors, after the artillery barrage, were halted.

The Sierra crew waited while Ruslan drove Lukyan and his remaining special forces to the southern garrison building in Sudzha, followed by the garrison truck. Inside, Lukyan and Abrasha checked on the progress monitoring radio communications in the town.

“Every garrison seems aware some kind of cross-border raid has occurred,” said the corporal in charge. “However, they are unaware of the scale or that we have a foothold in Sudzha.”

“I have also convinced them that this garrison is still in Russian hands,” said Dimitri. “But a word from Lieutenant Makarov would reassure them.”

At a nod from Lukyan, Abrasha went to the radio.

“This is Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov. Apologies for my absence. I’ve been patrolling to the southwest in our BMP and saw no sign of the enemy, although we heard distant artillery fire. I’ll now be patrolling further east. Makarov out.”

He switched off and then turned to Lukyan.

“Should I have said more?”

“Not yet. First, everyone needs to know that along with Kapitan Nadia Lysenko and Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade, we have provisionally accepted fourteen of the conscripts under Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov’s command as mercenaries within the Ukrainian Ground Forces. All of them know a false move could see them taken prisoner again…. or worse. I hope there are no objections.”

He paused, but everyone nodded and remained silent.

“Dimitri, these men have observed you and know your beliefs. Do you want to fight for us against Putin’s minions, or do you want to be a POW and go home?”

He glanced around at the Ukrainians and hesitated before deciding.

“I’m with my commander. I share his principles. What next?”

Lukyan looked around the room.

“Time for this garrison to visit their Eastern neighbours. But there’s not enough room in the BMP, so Abrasha and Dimitri travel inside, and two of your guys ride outside. I’ll be inside with nine of my team. The other ten will take the truck with three of your guys. Corporal Ruslan Medved knows what to do next. Let’s go.”

Outside, they rearranged the two vehicles and left in opposite directions.

*

NH90 TTH Caïman helicopter in the colors of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army (Photo André BOUR)  https://www.helicopassion.com/fr/03/nh90-15.htm

Ruslan pulled up alongside the Sierra and ordered everyone to board her.

“Tell the crew to prepare for takeoff… with your help if needed, clearing the camouflage. I’ll be back in a few. Wait for me, please.”

He waved and then drove to where Tango Four, the 2nd Self-propelled Artillery Battalion, had parked their support vehicles. He handed the keys to a trustworthy-looking sergeant.

“Present from the Russians via Special Forces. Treat her nicely. And tell the gunners to give the helicopter time to get away to the northeast.”

Grabbing his equipment from the cab, he then sprinted back to the NH90 Caïman and jumped in.

“Glad you could make it, Corporal Medved,” said Nadia. “We’re ready for takeoff. Where to this evening, somewhere exotic?”

“I wish. I’m afraid it’s not yet that. Head due east towards Makhnovka, but try to detect the Russians approaching from the southeast.”

Nadia lifted Sierra off while Aline scanned all around.

“Enemy one kilometre ahead and heading towards Sudzha,” said Aline.  “Evade or engage?”

 “Evade. Cecilija, transmit our false Russian ID, and then intercept their transmissions. Radio their position to all Tango units,” said Ruslan. “Pilots, keep heading east until out of range of artillery fire. Then head north until you can find a safe landing so my team can support Tango armour.”

“Understood,” said Aline. “We have located a safe landing near Tango armour’s location”

Nadia landed Sierra on the west bank of the river that eventually ran through Sudzha. The special forces jumped out, and all but two moved off towards the distant armoured vehicles. The remaining two soldiers helped Cecilija set up the helicopter’s miniguns and then introduced themselves.

“I’m Albina, and the quiet guy is Demyan. We volunteered to help you guard our best form of transport around here. He may not say much, but he’s a great gunner. I’m just a sniper, so I’ll fetch my weapon of choice.”

She emerged from the rear of the NH90 Caïman with a long rifle in two pieces and dressed in a ghillie suit and carrying night gear.

“Is that a SnipeX Alligator,” asked Nadia. “Some of our Night Witches stopped one of the main smuggling rings trying to obtain them for the enemy.”

“Great work,” said Albina. “I’d hate to think I was going out there and facing a Russian with such a deadly weapon.”

She jumped lightly out of Sierra and walked into the night.

“I’ll be covering you from the trees on the rise,” said Albina on her income. “I should have the range to also take out Russians threatening our guys.”

*

The artillery barrage lit up the night sky. From the frantic Russian orders, Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz knew that they were in disarray but still heading for Sudzha… and towards his concealed armoured units. He had ensured the Marder and two Strykers would ambush the enemy where they would be squeezed between the steep ground and mined hedges. His thirty infantry were positioned to keep the Russians pinned down.

Once they were in range, his Marder gunner fired the 20 mm Rheinmetall MK20 Rh202 autocannon’s armour-piercing rounds at the lead Russian tank, blowing its turret off. The first Stryker opened fire with its .50 calibre M2 Browning machine gun as crew and infantry scurried for cover. The second Stryker pounded the other enemy vehicles with its 40mm MK19 grenade launcher as the Marder continued to disable armour.

However, some Russian infantry scaled the steep ground, attempting to outflank the Tango ambush. The concealed soldiers shot some, while others were taken down by the special forces coming up the road behind them. An unseen sniper took out those who fled east towards the NH90 Caïman.

*

Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko was attempting to convince an intractable commander when the Tango barrage occurred.

“How do you justify that?” the commander asked, as his garrison’s radio clearly picked up Russians being attacked and heading for Sudzha and sanctuary.”

“They’re the ones who will get Sudzha destroyed,” said Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov. “They don’t care about our citizens. Who are we meant to be protecting? Them or ourselves?”

The sound of fighting grew louder as the ultra-Russians ran into the Tango ambush.

“My duty is to my comrades in arms. You’ll have to choose Makarov. I’m no traitor like you.”

Lukyan ordered half of his men to help Makarov while the other half took the BMP to help Tango. He stayed with Makarov.

*

Snipex Alligator- Сергій Воронков

Albina realised some of the Russians had launched a Kamikaze drone to hunt her down. There was no way she could radio for help without alerting the drone.

The drone scoured the ground using the last position where she’d been spotted. It tracked closer.

A second drone moved above her. Taking a shot might be her last act. But the second drone disabled the first, captured it and carried it across to the helicopter.

Albina rose and ran in a zig-zag crouch down the rise. Shots whizzed past her as the pursuing Russians kept firing. A bullet winged her, and she tumbled to the ground, rolling. Her heart was pounding as she crawled to Demyan, who grabbed her and her precious Alligator. He heaved her into the NH90 Caïman, which was lifting into the air as Albina blacked out.

Aline flew low over the trees on the rise, then dropped lower so Cecilija could strafe the Russians, reacting too late to the appearance of a helicopter.

“How close can we land to you, Tango One?” asked Nadia. “Sierra over.”

“We’ve cleared an area where the road divides in a V. Flare marks the far edge. Tango out.”

Three armoured vehicles secured the three roads, and Aline landed where indicated.

“Manned roadblocks also secure the perimeter of the area,” said Mykhail. “The are some armed Russians attempting to regroup, but Lukyan and his Special Forces are gradually eliminating them unless they flee back into Sudzha.”

“How many casualties?” asked Nadia.

Mykhail contacted his officers for their figures.

Five minutes later, he knew.

“18 seriously wounded needing treatment, ten walking wounded, and seven dead. Four of the fatalities were our Russian allies killed when the Eastern Garrison refused to surrender. One has gone AWOL, the 2nd Lieutenant called Dimitri.”

“When are the seriously wounded likely to get treated?” asked Nadia.

“Not until the medical units reach us,” replied Mykhail. “If you can medivac them, they have a better chance.”

Nadia went to talk with her crew sisters in Sierra about the seriously wounded.

“Nineteen with Albina,” said Cecilija. “She’s losing blood. If the armoured vehicles have stretchers, I could cannibalise a medivac bay.”

*

Thirty minutes later, Cecilija had a usable medivac bay and Nadia was persuading Lukyan of their plan.

“It’s a risk, but the front can be crossed,”  said Nadia. “Enemy surveillance won’t expect a Ukrainian helicopter flying out of Russia, and we can ensure our side expects us. Are you sure you don’t need us?”

“Totally sure, and many thanks for another exceptional flight here. But I need a favour,” said Lukyan. “Ruslan Medved is seriously wounded and on his way. Save him, please.. for his sister.”

Nadia agreed and turned to her crew sisters.

“Can we take one more patient? We need to consider weight and fuel.”

Cecilija calculated all the parameters but shook her head.

“We can’t ditch the guns as this return flight is more dangerous,” said Nadia.

“What about Albina’s Alligator?” asked Aline.

“It’s too light and too dangerous in enemy hands,”  said Nadia, noting how the armoured seats had become part of the medivac bay.

When Ruslan arrived inside the BMP, Nadia noted his build.

“He’s heavy set, and there’s a simple solution,” said Nadia. “I’m taking the next flight out. Probably you guys when you persuade Maksym you’re essential,”

She jumped out and slid the main left-hand door shut, ignoring the protests. She walked towards Mykhail.

“You’re stuck with me until the next flight out.”

**

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Freedom Flights: Episode 21 – Right To Exist

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Mid-May, so it must be time for another episode of Freedom Flights. This month, I’m taking a different approach with some of the Night Witches going on a road trip from Dęblin in Poland to Kharkiv on the Eastern Front, where since the trip was planned the Russians have launched some border incursions. Episode 22 continues the road trip before the attacks on some border settlements, which could cause a change to their destinations.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. At least the aid bill passing means we can hope, pray, and breathe again.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page on the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 21 – Right To Exist

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Friday, April 26th – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

A MiG-29 Fulcrum takes off from Starokostiantyniv Air Base, Ukraine, Oct. 9 as part of the Clear Sky 2018 exercise. The exercise promotes regional stability and security, while strengthening partner capabilities and fostering trust. (U.S. Air National Guard photo by Tech. Sgt. Charles Vaughn)

Although Kalyna had been sure of her facts when Maksym first spoke to her about the Ukraine-wide scramble, she wondered now if there were the right pilots to assemble an effective MiG-29 flight.

He must have detected confidence when she added the option of sending their attack helicopter… whichever helped more.

“If you leave Dęblin now while Vasy travels to Kharkiv, where does that leave the squadron? You two and Ksenia created this unique asset for the UAF… even if some haven’t recognized that yet.”

“There are other excellent leaders—”

“None with Chayka’s contacts, such as our Gripen future. Instead, I believe Kapitan Nadia Lysenko and her Tiger are another asset we mustn’t ignore.”

Kalyna was sure Maksym was plotting something, and knowing he saw a key role for the squadron, she played along.

“With the Gripens we now have and all the facilities Saab has made available, I’m willing to concentrate my energy on our Swedish future. But until the F-16s are combat-ready, what then?”

“You use your MiG-29s to keep Russian rockets, missiles, and drones from our skies.”

“And our helicopters to chase smugglers?”

 Kalyna knew there was more, but when Maksym was ready.

“I need to come back to Dęblin and chat with you and your copter guys about your contacts. Meanwhile, I wondered what you know about the Sikorsky Brigade fighting in Ukraine. Is 2100 at the Zvenigora Restaurant a good time to meet?”

“Definitely, Aleks Górski will be back from her Puszczyk run. Do you need the two trainers there?’

“Their input is imperative.”

**

Saturday, April 27th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

“If Maksym Bondarenko asked about the Sikorsky Brigade,” said Igor. “He’s head-hunting Nadia… or they want her chopper.”

“Never,” replied Kalyna. “He knows her value to us.”

“Very true,” said Maksym as he came in through the door behind them, letting Agnieszka escort the group to their usual discreet table.

“Good to see you again, sir,” said Brajan. “We weren’t sure what would bring you back with all the attacks.”

Kalyna arranged the seating as Maksym answered.

“All the attacks requiring every squadron scrambling, made me realise it was time to get ahead of the enemy. Especially as some of this team are already acting upon their concerns.”

“You mean my cousin Vasy and our goddaughter Carita chasing more recruits at the Kharkiv National Air Force University.”

“And Ji-Yeon and Geralt investigating disappearing Alligators from the Xado factory in Kharkiv,” said Nadia. “And would I be correct in guessing the secretive Sikorsky Brigade operate attack helicopters somewhere along the Eastern Front?”

A Ukrainian army helicopter returns from a combat mission near Bakhmut, described by President Zelensky as currently “the most difficult out of all” areas in Ukraine. Photo: Sarah Dean/CNN

Maksym wondered how much the Witches and friends had pre-empted his plan. Or was that Nadia’s deduction?

“Few know where they are, which puts the Russians at a disadvantage and keeps the Sikorsky Brigade alive and dictating the fight – but not forever. The Brigade is fighting with dated weapons and guile.”

“Whereas we have a superb advanced bird… but only one,” said Nadia. “So, how do we help them?”

“By forming a Night Witches Brigade,” replied Aleks. “Except where do we find more copters and pilots?”

Maksym looked round the table. “Which is why we are here… for ideas.”

“We never had many copters at Chayka Air,” said Kalyna, as she began creating a chart on her notepad. “I’ll create a spreadsheet we can all access and update on the cloud with verification. I’ll also check Chayka’s inventory and ask our team for viable contacts… plus give my daughter Aliona access to the file as she’s Acting CEO.”

“When I talked to Ji-Yeon about Korea’s S&T Motiv K14 sniper rifle,” said Nadia. “She mentioned they only operate rotary-wing aircraft. Maybe if she asks, they might donate something to us.”

“What about your Airbus contacts?” asked Brajan. “Another Tiger would make you formidable. I think fighting in pairs is a valid tactic.”

Tiger in flight 2012. Author: Peng Chen

“But again, don’t we need combined support from ground and air?” added Igor.

Maksym nodded and ordered food. “More priorities.”

**

Saturday, April 27th – Kalyniv Airfield near the Polish border

The convoy was spaced at secure intervals around the airfield in groups of three vehicles. Each group had camouflage netting to deter unwanted watchers.

Before Aleks flew back to Dęblin in the Puszczyk, she had offered anyone the last chance to return if they no longer wished to make the trip across Ukraine.

Once their encampment was set up, Vasy, Carita, Mariyka and the cadets headed for the Kalyniv canteen to meet the three Witches Flights as the pilots returned from sorties against the nightly Russian attacks.

Only a few ground crew sat in the canteen eating, and a lonely figure was drinking at the bar.

She turned and smiled when she saw the Squadron leader.

“Major Chayka… when did your flight arrive… Mariyka too?”

“We arrived in the convoy a few hours ago,” replied Vasy. “What about you, Tamila? I thought you were in a hospital in Lviv after you were shot down in January?”

As Vasy led them all to a table as they hadn’t eaten since lunch, Tamila explained.

“You’ll remember I baled out but stupidly smashed my ankle when I hit the ground. Well, the doctor thought it might have to be amputated.” The listeners gasped as she continued. “I was taken to the Superhumans Center in Wynnyky, near Lviv. As an orthopaedic clinic for the treatment of war victims dependent on a prosthesis due to amputation, they decided my ankle could be saved.”

“Great for you,” said Vasy. “They are doing amazing work with their patients, and one of our aid vehicles is going there already—”

“This is a story I must cover,” said Carita. “If that’s possible… and can Tamila come with me please, Vasy?”

“This keen journalist is my goddaughter, Carita Forsström. And this brave pilot is Lieutenant Tamila Medved, who flew with Gold Flight. I’m sure we can arrange for you both to visit the Superhumans Center, and then rejoin us.”

“Where are you going to, Vasy?”

She was about to explain when the flights started returning.

*

Tamila’s face lit up when Gold Flight came into the canteen and she embraced her Flight Leader, Anzhela Havrylyuk.

“Another safe sortie I see.”

“Thanks to my precious Larisa and her wizard ground crew. How soon before the doc passes you fit to handle g-forces?”

“Next week when I’m back from Kharkiv. First, tomorrow I’m taking this journalist, Carita Forsström to visit Superhumans at Wynnyky. Then, we’re going with Major Vasy to meet students at Kharkiv National Air Force University… and maybe recruit some to the Night  Witches.”

 “Good luck persuading Kharkiv National Air Force University students,” said Anzhela. “My year we were tough to persuade on anything— “

“If we mention one of our most hardheaded Flight Leaders was a Kharkiv graduate,” said Vasy from the next table. “Will we have every daredevil student volunteering?”

“Guaranteed. I just hope Mariyka, that without you and your absentee cadets here, there will be enough MiG-29s for these recruits.”

“Or other craft, given what my cousin implied in confidence earlier this evening. No guessing. We may make a crucial stopover in a few days, which might reveal more. For now, we must split up our unwieldy convoy as some vehicles have different stops to make, like delivering humanitarian supplies. On Thursday, May 2nd, we will rendezvous at another secured base nearer Kharkiv… details to be given to a few trusted individuals later tonight.”

**

Sunday, April 28th  – Orthodox Easter – Superhumans Center, Wynnyky, Lviv Oblast

“Over 10,000 of our people have lost limbs since Russia invaded in February, two years ago. Your friend Tamila was one of the lucky fighters not to need a prosthesis—”

“But I realise if a limb gets trapped before I eject, it was close.” Tamila shivered then asked, “Have you fellow aviators here… with prosthetics?”

“Yes. I can introduce you to Dmytro Kovalchuk.”

Tamila and Carita were led in a gym equipped with some impressive training equipment, although more amazing were those clients using everything. Men, women, even some kids, all with ingenious prosthetics that barely impaired them from exercising themselves to their maximum ability. And all under careful and expert supervision.

Outside on a sports court laid out for ball games and a running track, a dark-haired bearded man and a long blonde-haired woman were kicking a soccer ball to each other, then dribbling the ball skillfully down a line of cones. Both had prosthetic legs from one hip… Dmytro to the right, and the woman on the left.

Their nurse-guide persuaded them both to talk sitting on a bench outside running track, with Tamila agreeing to translate for Carita if necessary. Having introduced themselves, Carita asked Dmytro to explain his experience.

“I flew a Sukhoi Su-27 from the beginning of the war, moving from base to base to outwit the orcs. But last January, my flight strayed too close to some concealed troops…” He paused and closed his eyes. “All I remember is ejecting after being hit by some MANPAD missile. Luckily I sensed something so baled fast… but my seat failed, blowing off some of my lower right leg.”

“Dmytro blacked out,” said the nurse. “He was fortunate a medic unit found him, staunched the bleeding, treated him as best they could. He was taken to a medical station, who saved what they could of his leg, before sending him here.”

Dmytro stood and did some stretches, before concluding his survival tale.

“Although I regained consciousness a few times, it was here at Superhumans when I realised that I had friends to aid my struggle, from the moment my new limb was fitted, through all the therapy to help me adapt and use it, to now when others just like me are developing skills I would never believe were possible. Fun moments of skill like this ball control.”

Carita whispered a question to the nurse-aide who waved a hand in agreement.

“Do you want to fly again? In combat?”

“Both of course. It might take time, but I am already getting help relearning skills using my prosthetic friend… and UAF has installed a simulator a few of us use, like Polina here.”

Tamila turned to Polina and asked, “You were a pilot too? What did you fly?”

“Mil Mi-17s, an old Russian military helicopter, although they’re using more modern ones. Unfortunately, I was thrown straight into action having passed out of Kharkiv National Air Force University a few months before the invasion. The craft I was co-pilot in barely escaped Kharkiv when the Russians captured the city, but we were shot down a few months later in August while relocating for medivac duties well behind the front. My pilot died in the crash, but the engineer dragged me clear of the wreckage. We hardly had much fuel left, but enough left so there was an explosion that tore my leg apart.”

“And your engineer got you both to the med station you were heading for. But you lost your leg and the engineer his right arm. Both came to Superhumans for treatment.”

Carita and Tamila glanced at each other, and then the Swede said, “Strange coincidence, Polina. We’re going to your University to interview female students…  and to find recruits for our all-women squadron… the Night Witches even have two helicopters, a PZL SW-4 Puszczyk and a Eurocopter Tiger.”

“Awesome. I’ve flown a Puszczyk but only dreamt of flying in a Tiger. Two Tigers could seriously damage the enemy… especially with the NATO jets we’re promised.” She did some stretches to prove her fitness, then turned to the aide. “Nurse Borysova, have I recovered well enough to travel to Kharkiv National Air Force University with these fellow fighters, please?”

“Polina Moroz, I see no objection as long as your therapists agree. We can ask them after this evening’s Easter Service.”

“I hope you have room for another Witch with you, Carita and Tamila.”

As they agreed, Polina embraced them, and then kissed Dmytro.

“I won’t forget what we’ve shared these many months… and I’ll stay in touch as long as life lets us.”

*

Sunday, April 28th  – Orthodox Easter – Church of the Intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Lypivka, Kyiv Oblast, Ukraine 

Vasy, Mariyka, and the three cadets followed their local driver Andriy past the fruit trees towards the austere edifice with its red domes.

As they passed over the supplies and funds for rebuilding the church, he introduced them to the tenacious local priest.

“The fighting for our village was right here,” the Rev. Hennadii Kharkivskyi said. He pointed to the churchyard, where a memorial stone commemorated six Ukrainian soldiers killed in the battle for Lypivka.

“They were injured and then the Russians came and shot each one, finished them off,” he said.

Andrij explained how two years earlier, the building provided physical refuge from the horrors outside.

“Almost 100 residents including my grandparents sheltered in the basement chapel of this Church of the Intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary while Russian troops occupied the village in March 2022 as they closed in on our capital, Kyiv, 60 kilometres to the east.”

He paused looking around at the ongoing repair work.

“Rebuilding our unique church plays a part in Ukraine’s struggle for culture, identity and its very existence. Inside is another world, follow me.”

It was a blaze of colour inside. “The vibrant red, blue, orange and gold panels decorating the walls and ceiling are beautiful,” said Mariyka.

“They are the work of Anatoliy Kryvolap,” said the priest. “He is an artist whose bold, modernist images of saints and angels make this church unique in Ukraine. He wanted to avoid the severe-looking icons he’d seen in many Orthodox churches and believed ‘that going to church to meet God should be a celebration’. Please, I pray you are joining us for today’s sacred ceremony.”

“Of course,” said Vasy. “That is why we chose to come with Andrij on this day.”

**

Monday, April 29th – Maidan Nezalezhnosti, Kyiv, Ukraine

The wide-cobbled Heroyiv Nebesnoyi Sotni Alley seemed the right direction to reach Maidan Square. Song Ji-Yeon’s directions had been spot-on so far. Unfortunately, the right-hand-drive British Deuce and a Half had struggled for the last few kilometres.

Geralt Sówka knew the brakes were overheating and with the hill ahead heading down into the square he faced a battle with them. He couldn’t rely on them at all. Instead, he kept shifting down through the truck’s 5-speed manual transmission. Plus its 2-speed transfer case gave the bonus of five extra gears to shift through.

Bombardier MLVW during a Canadian Forces army demonstration – Tyler Brenot

However, the weight of the truck with its passengers and cargo of essential equipment, made slowing the vehicle difficult. He even tried turning across the width of the road, avoiding all the parked vehicles and pedestrians.

Suddenly the road was blocked by a row of concrete planters. There was no room past them and going through the barrier felt reckless.

Then, glancing to one side, he saw a slip-road and threw a sharp left. Ji-Yeon was almost thrown into his arms. But the truck rolled to a stop.

Ji-Yeon flung her arms around him.

“Dramatic way you Poles get us girls… but I was impressed.”

She climbed out of the Deuce and a Half and pointed at the top of the memorial.

“That Statue of Berehynia, the Slavic Deity of Nature and Protection is appropriate and beautiful.”

“So, I’ll park and then we can go down and honour all the fallen heroes.’

She smiled and took two flags from inside her jacket, a Ukrainian and a South Korean, saying, “They’re a reminder of the sacrifices in the fight for freedom—”

“And the right to exist,” added Geralt, producing Ukrainian and Polish flags, before linking an arm with her nearest one.

Statue of Berehynia: ID 198575288 © Oleg Doroshenko | Dreamstime.com
On Independence Square in Kyiv, people put flags with the names of civilians and defenders killed by Russian invaders in Ukraine. This memorial is a place of remembrance and a reminder of the sacrifices in the fight for freedom. TinyStrawberry23 – reddit

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The Superhumans Center for prosthetics and rehabilitation was opened near Lviv cityhttps://inventure.com.ua/en/news/ukraine/the-superhumans-center-for-prosthetics-and-rehabilitation-was-opened-near-lviv-city

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‘Better than nothing’: Outgunned Ukrainian pilots take the fight to Russia in ancient Soviet-era helicopters https://www.cnn.com/2023/02/17/europe/ukraine-pilots-helicopter-russia-intl-cmd/index.html

Damaged in war, a vibrant church in Ukraine rises as a symbol of the country’s faith and culture https://apnews.com/article/ukraine-orthodox-easter-lypivka-church-russia-war-c2fda94fddcb0da2b258a631cb850f70

Freedom Flights Episode 18 Steadfast Phoenix – Part 3

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This is Part 3 of Freedom Flights Episode 18 Steadfast Phoenix, which I eventually posted in three parts on consecutive days. The link for Part 1 is at https://rolandclarke.com/2024/03/27/freedom-flights-episode-18-steadfast-phoenix/, Part 2 at https://rolandclarke.com/2024/03/28/freedom-flights-episode-18-steadfast-phoenix-part-2/, and all the previous episodes of Freedom Flights can be found at https://rolandclarke.com/freedom-flights/.

Although I have a few thoughts about April’s episode, what I write and whether I do depend on what happens in the war and on your comments. For instance, am I posting too often? Should I spend more time writing post-1944/pre-2022 episodes? What film should the Zvenigora Restaurant show next? Has anyone realized where Zoo Sécurité first appeared?

Freedom Flights Episode 18. Steadfast Phoenix

Part 3

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Tiger in flight 2012. Author: Peng Chen     

Tuesday, March 12th – Białowieża Forest, Podlaskie Voivodeship, Poland

As the late afternoon sun began to drop towards the treetops, Nadia and Aleks began their final sweep in the Eurocopter Tiger at a safe distance from the hostile Belarussian border security.

The Tiger’s specialist equipment allowed them to surveil more territory in the area where the suspicious convoy had been spotted. Yet, their five days overflying a large area along the border had yielded nothing, despite rumours that a run was imminent.

 “How reliable are your sources?” asked Aleks.

“As accurate as they were on February 28th. But we haven’t been able to watch 24/7. That’s where all the sophisticated stealth and surveillance features fail.”

“But not today. Isn’t that a convoy of four vehicles the Tiger’s sensors have detected? Locked on and tracking,” said Aleks, as the helicopter’s mast-mounted Osiris system continued monitoring the targets.

As she followed, flying at a distance, Nadia used her helmet-mounted display to view all the flight data.

“Their behavior is suspicious. They came out of the forest from Belarus. It’s almost evening, making ground pursuit in the dark harder. Switch to night-vision.”

The Tiger had a nose-mounted forward-looking infrared sensor so Nadia could follow the convoy wherever they were going. Meanwhile, Aleks could monitor the vehicles and transmit every detail back to their colleagues at Dęblin, who would liaise with all the relevant Polish authorities, including the Special Troops Command.

“They aren’t aware of their aerial tail,” said Nadia. “Let’s pray they lead us to a smuggling hub.”

For over two hours they tailed the convoy, hoping they weren’t about to exceed the Tiger’s 800-kilometre range. Fortunately, the route was south-west towards Dęblin.

On the outskirts of Siedlce, the vehicles turned into a run-down factory and drove into a warehouse. The metal doors slid shut.

Hovering where distance and night noises would mask the sound of the helicopter’s rotors, Nadia watched and waited, while Aleks sent the latest data and the location of the warehouse to the Special Troops Command.

“From here on, Nadia, this becomes a Polish operation. Sorry, we can only observe the GROM special forces unit close out our mission.”

“Fortunately, I’ve seen a few such units in action… but these smugglers won’t have. Our Polish colleagues are prepared for more than just hardened criminals. Aren’t GROM considered to be the most elite unit in the Polish Armed Forces? Isn’t this overkill?”

Aleks chuckled. “No more than using an attack helicopter for surveillance.” She paused to let Nadia laugh. “Although, we were close to a belligerent and unpredictable neighbour, a few hours ago.”

Both went silent as three four-person night-camouflaged teams approached the warehouse from different directions. Their entry was swift and silent. Within a few minutes, the doors slid open, and nine shaking smugglers were led out and towards a Humvee.

 A voice in Ukrainian came over the Tiger’s comm system.

“GROM unit reporting. Thanks for the training exercise. Those smugglers will talk. You will hear from someone. Safe flight home to Dęblin.”

Aleks thanked them in Polish, just before she was given the primary flight controls by Nadia.

“After five days, you’ve almost adapted from the older copters to flying the Tiger. But hold off the full loops for now.”

“Under your expert guidance, that might be soon, Nadia.”

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Thursday, March 14th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

News of the monthly movie night had spread in Dęblin, so the rearranged restaurant was already filling up 80 minutes before the screening. Even a film in English didn’t deter patrons, although most of the Witches and many of the University cadets understood the language well enough to enjoy a film.

However, Nadia was more concerned about French President Emmanuel Macron reiterating his position on French television that sending Western troops into Ukraine shouldn’t be ruled out.

She told her inquiring friends, he had said, ‘Today’s situation doesn’t require it, but all these options are possible.’

“I agree though, if the West shows any signs of weakness to Russia, Putin will believe Ukraine is being abandoned. Yet, Macron is the one some are calling a ‘warmonger’ who could cause World War III, although he’s rather sounding the alarm bell.”

The other Witches nodded.

“If the aid from the West dries up,” said Anzhela, “the next few months will be a bloody struggle. And even if the arms flow continues, the illegal diversion your team is trying to stop, Nadia, could make that a trickle to us.”

“With GROM’s help, we closed one smuggling route, but there are others we must eliminate. My contacts suggest there may be one or more high-level officials working with the Russians. Hopefully, counter-intelligence can expose them.”

“Some politicians are showing pro-Russian sentiments,” said Kalyna. “Let’s pray the US eventually gets their aid bill through Congress, not just the stop-gap measures.”

“The war is at a dangerous crossroads,” added Vasy. “Especially when Pope Francis talks about us having the courage to negotiate an end to this war with Russia, when it’s Putin who needs to show good faith by withdrawing his troops.”

“Peace on Russia’s terms means surrender,” said Larisa. “As a Russian, I feel safer here and fighting alongside my wife to keep Ukraine free.”

“As do I”, said her cousin, Sergei. “Although tonight, I’m sorry to remind you our film starts once the blinds are drawn and the lights go out.”

“However, after it’s over,” added his partner, Mariyka. “You can stay, order food, and discuss whatever. First, though, this movie was selected by my engineering team…” Loud cheering engulfed the cadets, “…as central to the plot is rebuilding a crashed aircraft. I hope you enjoy the 1965 original film ‘The Flight of the Phoenix’ based on the book of the same name.”

Fairchild C-82A Packet N53228 used in the 1965 Robert Aldrich film, “The Flight of the Phoenix”, at Long Beach Airport, Long Beach, California in 1970. It is painted in the colors of the fictional “Arabco Oil Company”. Author: RuthAS

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Aleks noticed her friend, Nadia’s troubled face.

“Did the film bother you? You aren’t thinking your… alter-ego has been—”

“Exposed, no. Just a coincidence. It was the nomadic raiders in the film reminding me of those smugglers somehow… and the danger I’ve exposed you all to.”

“More dangerous than evading missiles? It’s a job we’re trained for. And I’ve got a suggestion to help the squadron.”

“Tougher than tracking smugglers?”

Aleks winked.

“Harder … as we’ll need permission from someone. But it’ll be popular with our sisters. Every time a flight changes bases, its core ground crew must make a long road trip. It would make more sense to fly them in our Puszczyk. It carries 4 passengers and a pilot, so that’s workable, although a few might have to take their break in the nearest city… unless they had essential work on the base.”

“Agreed, and with the new flight rotation, you’d be full going both ways. Plus, the monthly film could be shown later at Kalyniv, which would also be popular with the squadron.”

Nadia turned and waved the majors over.

“You worried about the title of the film?” asked Vasy quietly.

Nadia shook her head. “Instead, a suggestion we just agreed on.”

Once Aleks explained the ground crew idea, there was only one comment.

“As long as the Polish farmers don’t object,” said Kalyna. “They’ve hassled our crews every trip. Although you won’t be evading their blockade, just flying over it.”

The two helicopter pilots chuckled but then went silent as Vasy mentioned the real problem.

“As long as Russia denies Ukraine even air superiority, we risk attempts to fly any significant cargo in by being shot down by them.”

“A concern even when we fly our jets across the border,” said Kalyna. “Except, we’re away from the front line, though that hasn’t saved Western Ukraine from suffering destructive aerial attacks.”

“Which reminds me, as does the film, of what Kalyna’s grandfather, did evading the Soviet blockade during the Berlin Airlift by ferrying supplies for West Berliners…”

“But Vasy, granddad flew a Handley Page Halton not a Fairchild Packet, as used in the movie, although the USAF flew a few of those. However, he served in Korea, flying the successor of the Phoenix craft, the Fairchild C-119 Flying Boxcar.”

“Which they used for the disappointing 2004 remake. And that did have ruthless gunrunners,” said Nadia. “However, maybe we need to consider how best to run Putin’s blockade.”

A U.S. Air Force Fairchild C-119B-10-FA Flying Boxcar (s/n 49-102) of the 314th Troop Carrier Group in 1952. This aircraft was later converted to a C-119C in 1955-56. (US Air Force photo)

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